Hot Dessert

The party had been going on too long
For anybody to be much surprised
When four large women who slipped in disguised
As caterers turned out to be too strong
For several of the men, who got things wrong.
There was some singing, and a game devised
To demonstrate heat. No one realized
How hot it was before we sang the song.

Like rabbits, we leaped up from where we sat,
A shelf collapsed and tumbled onto me
And, as the smoke cleared and the clock struck three,
The last remaining woman grabbed her hat.
The only thing still standing after that
Was six guys in a state of deshabille.